Well, I'm working again. The manager of the complex I live at came and asked if I would clean the empty apartments and get them ready to move in. I said sure. I had already talked to her about a few weeks ago but she said I was a day late. She will pay me $40 for the 2 bedrooms and $30 for the 1 bedrooms. I'm also going to make sure the laundry room stays clean, but she's not paying me for that. I'm doing that vountarily. All these single mexican men around here do not know what a trash can is.....seriously!! I get so tired of going to do my laundry and there are clothes, lint, and beer bottles all over the place in and around the laundry room. I'm not even going to mention what the rest of the complex looks like.

I think Paul and I decided to see about moving into a downstairs apartment also. The manager is going to move back into the apartment that should be the office....ya know, the one at the front of the complex that says office. Well she had moved to another apartment for some reason and had the office out of hers. The person living in the "office" moved out, so the manager is moving back into there. So I'm going to ask about moving into her apartment. Why? Its downstairs, she has a cute little garden going off her patio, and its the managers apartment...the only apartment I trust to be in perfect condition. Why do I want to move downstairs? Dishwasher!